Calligraphy: Pesach 5784
I was the stereotypical newlywed, setting up my best friend with my husband’s kid brother
Calligraphy: Pesach 5784
Disgust is really the only way to describe her facial expression. And the worst part is I know I deserve it
Calligraphy: Pesach 5784
My heart squeezes because he’s captured the crux of his problem: It really may be too late
Calligraphy: Pesach 5784
WHY DOES MY SON CARE ABOUT A SPORTS TEAM, and WHY DID I SWITCH HIM OUT OF THE YESHIVISH CLASS?
Calligraphy: Pesach 5784
She watches him fearfully as he goes to pieces berating himself: the self-blame, self-hatred, the regret, the desperation
Calligraphy: Pesach 5784
“We can give Bayla a different role... Let the star role go to someone who deserves it”
Calligraphy: Pesach 5784
Ninth-grade bochurim would huddle in a corner, daring each other to make the plunge and ask Mordy a question
Calligraphy: Pesach 5784
How could Yaakov, an ordinary bochur with ordinary interests (sports! grilling! power tools!), ever really understand someone who’s so different?
20 Years of Mishpacha
We spoke to some of the visionaries who’ve led the advances in frum marketing during the past two decades
Stranger in a Strange Land
I knew there was no future for me as a Jew or as a woman in Iran
20 Years of Mishpacha
Perhaps the greatest privilege of working at Mishpacha is the opportunity to speak with the leaders of our community
Two Cents
Unsolicited advice from people with no qualifications but many opinions
Magazine Feature
Back in the day, a letter was something to be treasured, a tangible medium of interest, hope, and love
